Created by the devil

Magnets.

An hour has passed since John ran off with the car. Tommy was angry at first, but Gia reassured him that she had another car for him.

They're waiting for Arthur to wake up because only then can they leave. It would be quite weird if people saw them carrying what seemed like a lifeless man to a car and driving off.

Besides, everyone knows that Tommy doesn't like attention.

The man in question has been waiting next to his brother, while Gia has been sitting in her home office. None of them seem to be brave enough to talk to each other.

When Tommy suddenly hears the front door open, he looks up, expecting to see John, but instead, a woman in her forties appears. She is soaked in alcohol and can't stand straight. She stumbles into the parlor and stops when she sees Tommy sitting next to his brother.

He suddenly stands up, not knowing what to do when the woman almost falls. He catches her, and she only starts giggling. "Euh Gia." He voices out loud. 

Gia takes her time to meet him in the parlor. She looks down from the top of the stairs at Tommy's pleading look. She stops herself from smiling and walks up to them.

"Donna." She sighs as she looks over at the totally-waisted woman. "Yes, commander." Donna stands and starts laughing. 

"Come here. Go to bed." Gia takes her over, slightly touching his hand. "But I'm not tired." She claims this while yawning. "Yes, you are." She helps her as Donna tries walking up the stairs.

Once Donna is in her room, Gia takes a deep breath. This is the last thing she should be taking care of. 

She can still feel his touch lingering and burning on her skin. As she goes down the last steps of the stairs, she sees Tommy. He's sitting at her table with a cigarette in his mouth and a glass of whiskey in front of him.

She walks over to him and sits on the chair next to him. He looks at her as the smoke escapes his lips. "I'm sorry." The words escape her lips in a whisper. "For what?" He asks her in a strong and loud voice. "Everything." She looks back up as she mumbles.

Tommy finishes the end of his cigarette and seems irritated. "I've asked you two times already to stay. Both times, you rejected me. I will not make a fool of myself a third time because you changed your mind." He tells her in a low voice, as if he doesn't want to hurt her. 

No matter how many times she rejects him, he can't stop himself from looking at her for a moment too long.

"You're not a fool, Tommy. Love is something sacred, and I'm sorry that so much happened to you for you to think that you're not worthy of it." She opens her heart.

During their conversation, they both came closer to each other as if they were magnets getting pulled back to each other, no matter how hard they tried to detach themselves.

"The truth is that I should be able to take on any form of pain being done to me, but I wouldn't know how to take yours on too." His hand travels from his lap to the back of her hand.

"You've seen who I am, but you haven't seen everything I'm capable of ruining. I will not let you stand in the middle of it all." He tells her. 

"Thomas, I need you to stop acting like I fell from grace, because I'll never be scared of you. You can show me your deepest and darkest corners, and I'll still be standing right next to you." She takes his hand fully in hers.

He looks down at her lips as if it were an itch, impossible to scratch. What a fool he is for her. When her phone suddenly goes off.

She had tried calling Mario, but he didn't answer. She has a slight feeling that this isn't him. Her eyes are now fixated on the phone that's still going off. She quickly makes her way over to the phone and picks it up.

She doesn't hear someone talking directly, so she decides to take the lead. "Ciao, who am I talking with?" She hears some loud breathing before the rough voice of a man starts talking slowly. "Tsk, Sorella, don't you recognize your own brother?"

"Vafancullo." She swore.

"I hear you don't want to talk. Maybe Thomas Shelby does. pass the phone." He orders her. She looks at Tommy, who's standing right next to her. "Why would I fucking do that?" She questions him.

"Because I've got a man positioned on the second floor, two houses further. He's got a clear shot at our poor Donna. You wouldn't want to do that to Mario and our nephews, huh?" He explains it very carefully to her.

Ga doesn't want to say it out loud, but she has been beaten at her own game. Out of everyone by her own brother. Gia's rule is always to have a backup plan.

Initially, she didn't give all the details to her brothers, not because she didn't trust them at the time but because she wanted to give him time to recover from their loss. He didn't betray her; she betrayed herself. It was a reaction to good intentions.

She doesn't need to go check Donna's bedroom window because she knows her brother is a tad too smart to play her off. She sighs loudly and looks ahead. She slowly turns her head and gives the phone to Tommy. He has a questionable look on his face. She reassures him with a nod.

"Whatever you do, don't tell him anything." She whispers as lowly as she can. She passes the phone to him and turns around to lean on the cupboard. "Mr. Changretta, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Tommy greets him as if he didn't see Gia's hair stand on her arms.

"Where's your brother, Tommy?" He slowly asked in a husky voice. "He's out; he drank too much whiskey." Tommy laughs fakely. 

"Arthur was almost beaten to death; I know that because I ordered my men to do it. I was talking about John." He explains curtly. Tommy doesn't understand where this conversation is going.

"He had other duties calling him." Tommy's voice starts to sound more bewildering. 

"Ask Gia to open the door, and you'll see a head laying on the front step. It's your issue to find out who it is." He asks as he searches for the right words. "Is that an order?" Tommy asks. 

"No, it's a warning." He laughs as he puts the phone down.

Tommy doesn't waste a second and runs to the front door with his gun in his hand. She's following shortly behind. He opens the door and sees the head of a man lying on the ground. 

He doesn't recognize the man, but when he hears a gasp behind him, he knows that she does. He turns around to see Gia with her hand over her mouth.

He closes the door and matches her eyeline by going through his knees. "Look at me. Hey, look at me. I'm going to call someone, and it's going to be okay." He whispers as he gets back up to hug her. 

In truth, the man's head who's lying outside was a childhood friend of hers. His father worked with her father, and he worked with her.

"We need to go home." She tells him this as she lifts her head from his chest. "Right, wake your friend and pack light. I'll make a couple of phone calls and arrange everything." He tells her.

They both didn't realize it, but this was the first time they both thought of the same place as their home.